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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.