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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.