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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.