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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.