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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
The Standells,
a-ha,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.