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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.