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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.