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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
JFA,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.