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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.