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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.