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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Cameo,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.