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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Birthday Party to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.