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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.