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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Magazine,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.