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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.