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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Franke,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.