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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.