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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.