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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.