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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.