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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.