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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.