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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Magma,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.