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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.