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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.