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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.