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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.