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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.