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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
JFA,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.