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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.