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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.