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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.