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 Latvia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Smog,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.