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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
ABC,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.