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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.