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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.