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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.