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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Television,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.