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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.