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 and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Pole,
ABBA,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
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.