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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.