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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.