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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cymande to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.