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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.