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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.