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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.