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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.