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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Smog,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Brick,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.