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 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.