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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Nico,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.