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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.