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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.