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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.