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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.