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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.