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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.