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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Television,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.