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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.