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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.