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 Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.