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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
PIL,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.