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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.