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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.