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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
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.