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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 London and Toronto.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
New Order,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.