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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.