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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.