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 Congo 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Technova,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.