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 India and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Motorama,
Scion,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.