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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.