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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.