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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.