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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Pylon,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Mars,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.