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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.