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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.