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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
The Monks,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.