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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.