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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.