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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.