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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
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.