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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Ronan,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.