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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.