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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.