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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.