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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.