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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.