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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.