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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.