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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.