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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.