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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Can,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.