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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
New Order,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.