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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.