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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.