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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.