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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.