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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.