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 Dominica 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.