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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.