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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.