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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.