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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.