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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
PIL,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Television,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.