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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.