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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.