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 South Sudan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.