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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.