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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.