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 Chad 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.