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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.