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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.