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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.