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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.