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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.