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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.