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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.