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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
MC5,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.