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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.