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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.