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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
JFA,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.