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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.