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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.