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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.