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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.