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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Ronan,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.