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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.