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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.