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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.