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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.