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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.