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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.