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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.