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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amazonics 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Can,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.