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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.