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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.