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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.