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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Monolake,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
cv313,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.