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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.