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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.