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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.