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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.