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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Lyres,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.