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 Togo and from Manila.
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 Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
cv313,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.