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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.