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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.