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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.