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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.