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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.