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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.