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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.