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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.