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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.