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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
the Association,
The Remains,
Gong,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.