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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Ten City,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.