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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
JFA,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.