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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.