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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.