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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.