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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.