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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Wings,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.