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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Smog,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.