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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
The Move,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.