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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.