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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
UT,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
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.