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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.