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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.