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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.