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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Television,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.