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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.