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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.