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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.