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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Skriet,
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.