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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.