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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.