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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.