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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.