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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.