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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
cv313,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Symarip,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.