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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Magma,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.