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 Mauritius 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.