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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.