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 Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
JFA,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.