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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.