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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.