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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.