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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Visage,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.