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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
PIL,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.