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 Spain and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
The Names,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.