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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Human League,
Franke,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.