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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.