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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.