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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.