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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
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.