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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.