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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.