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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.