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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.