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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.