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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.