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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
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The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.