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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.