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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Faust,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.