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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.