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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.