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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.