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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Fear,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Franke,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.