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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.