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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.