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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.