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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.