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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.