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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.