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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.