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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.