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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.