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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Nico,
The Motions,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.