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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Smog,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.