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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.