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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.