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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.