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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.