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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.