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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.