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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.