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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.