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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.