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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.