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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Symarip,
X-101,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Move,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.