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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.