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 Tonga 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.