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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Monks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.