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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.