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 Barbados and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.