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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.