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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.