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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.