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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.