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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.