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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.