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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.