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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.