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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.