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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.