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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.