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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.