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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Names,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.