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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.