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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.