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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.