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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
JFA,
The Busters,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.