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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.