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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.