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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.