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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Magma,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.