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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.