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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex 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?
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
10cc,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.