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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.