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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.