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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.