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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.