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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Swans,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.