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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Brick,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.