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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
a-ha,
Ronan,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.