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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.