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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
June Days,
X-101,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.