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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.