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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.