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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Toasters 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.