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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.