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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.