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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Smog,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
DNA,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.