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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.