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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.