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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.