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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.