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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.