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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.