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 Honduras and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.