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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.