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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.