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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.