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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1961 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 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.