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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.