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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.