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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
UT,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.