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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.