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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s 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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.