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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.