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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.