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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.