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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.