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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.