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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.