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-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.