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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.