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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.