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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Simply Red 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Index,
Nico,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.