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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Niagra,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.