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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.