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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.