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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Move,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.