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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
UT,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.