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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.