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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.