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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.