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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Franke,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.