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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.