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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.