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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.