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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.