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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
JFA,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.