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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
PIL,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
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.