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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.