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 Argentina and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.