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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.