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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.