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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.