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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Nas,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.