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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.