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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Fear,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.