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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.