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 Burkina 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.