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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.