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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.