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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.