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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.