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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.