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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.