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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.