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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.