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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.