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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.