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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Q65,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.