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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.