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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.