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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.