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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.