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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.