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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.