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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.