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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.