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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.