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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.