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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.