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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Can,
PIL,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.