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 Bahrain 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.