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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.