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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.