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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Unwound,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.