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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.