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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.