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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.