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 Macedonia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.