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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.