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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.