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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.