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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.