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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.