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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.