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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.