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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.