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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.