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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.