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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
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.