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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.