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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.