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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moleskins to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Television,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.