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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Gong,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.