Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.