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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.