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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.