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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.