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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.