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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.