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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Nico,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.