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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.