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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Skaos,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Television,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.