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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Wings,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.