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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.