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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.