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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.