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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Wings,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.