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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.