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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.