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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.