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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Sound,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.