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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.