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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.