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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Can,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.