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 Finland and from Manila.
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 Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.