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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Last Poets to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.