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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.