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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.