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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.