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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.