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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.