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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
The Gories,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.