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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.