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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.