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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.