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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.