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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.