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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
JFA,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.