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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.