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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Pole,
UT,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.