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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.