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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.