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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Move to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.