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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.