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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.