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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.