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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.