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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.