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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.