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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Marine Girls 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.