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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.