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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Drexciya,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.