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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.