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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
The Monks,
UT,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.