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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.