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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.