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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.