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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.