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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Brick,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.