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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Visage,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.