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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Crime,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.