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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.