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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
The Human League,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.