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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.