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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Parry Music 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.