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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.