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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.