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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.