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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.