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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.