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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Franke,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.