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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.