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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.