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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.