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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.