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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.