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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.