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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.