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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.