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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 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 X-101 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.