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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
AZ,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.