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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.