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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.