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 Brunei and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.