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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.