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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.