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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.