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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.