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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.