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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
the Association,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.