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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Sparks,
UT,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.