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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Technova,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.