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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 Halifax and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
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.