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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.