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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Pole,
Pylon,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.