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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
X-102,
Gong,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.