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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Can,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.