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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
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Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.