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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.