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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Franke,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.