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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Wire,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.