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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.