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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.