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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.