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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.