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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.