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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.