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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.