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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
10cc,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.