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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.