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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.