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 Uruguay 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.