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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.