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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
DNA,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
AZ,
The Saints,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.