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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Index,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.