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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.