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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.