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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.