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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.