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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.