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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.