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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.