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 Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.