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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.