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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.