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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.