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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.