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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.