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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.