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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.