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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.