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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Wire,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.