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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.