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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Darondo 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.