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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.