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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
the Slits,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.