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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Japan,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.