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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.