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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.