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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.