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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Technova,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.