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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.