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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.