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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Slits to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.