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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.