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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.