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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.